A unforgivable mistake;
An unsavable friendship；

A foolish word,
a friendship wrecked.
A contradiction,
a confusion.

I was once the protector;
Now i am the dictator.
I wish i could take back the silly words,
but all i did was act like a bitch.
Now i finally realise;
it wasn't a facade.
But a nightamare come true.

I sit and stare,
I sit and think.
it was not true,
I try to believe.
But no, however i try,
it would just never fly.
It was no dream, it was the truth;
the upsetting cruel truth.

The difficult position i am being put through,
the helplessness inside,
flowing throughout the weak mind.
The guilt, the disability to erase.
Just like i'm in a race,
when you try but never being able to get that place.
Denial, like they say,
was not chosen, if i could i would,
just run right away.


You played your best;
but i did not,
all i did was stop and get in your way;
though this way you seemed even further away.
I didn't expect of it,
it was like being bit,
a bit by another bit,
the torture, on this creature.

If it would end,
or if i could just bleed,
bleed; and end all this.
making it seem, it was just a dream.

facade, oh what a facade.
yeahh, if only.